one grain of sand
[the flutter of pages heralds a new arrival, followed shortly by a long, drawn-out bout of coughing that sounds in turns both wet and painfully dry. a few drops of blood spatter onto the page, before the hacking is muffled slightly. and then the soft sound of pages turning resumes, over the coughing. once it stops, there's silence.
just as it seems as though the afflicted reader has left the journal alone, a voice speaks up, thin and hoarse, yet somehow carrying, nonetheless]
This is certainly not like any spellbook I've seen before - or heard tell of. Even the Tower of Wayreth didn't house anything like this on its shelves ... [there's another cough, stifled, but lighter than the others] And you're transcribing my words, too. Hmm.
[there's another pause, and a rustling of cloth] ... Jistrah tagobar ast miorparann kiniagic. [clearly, nothing actually happens]
And yet ... you say you aren't enchanted. Clearly, you're something worth my time and attention. I wonder what secrets you'll be able to impart to me, if I lend you my patience...
just as it seems as though the afflicted reader has left the journal alone, a voice speaks up, thin and hoarse, yet somehow carrying, nonetheless]
This is certainly not like any spellbook I've seen before - or heard tell of. Even the Tower of Wayreth didn't house anything like this on its shelves ... [there's another cough, stifled, but lighter than the others] And you're transcribing my words, too. Hmm.
[there's another pause, and a rustling of cloth] ... Jistrah tagobar ast miorparann kiniagic. [clearly, nothing actually happens]
And yet ... you say you aren't enchanted. Clearly, you're something worth my time and attention. I wonder what secrets you'll be able to impart to me, if I lend you my patience...